Chapter 33

"Test vital signs..."

"Start data hosting..."

"Carrying materials are being digitized..."

"The embedded information is completed: Cole walker, a member of the vampire resistance Nightwalker, is tracking a female vampire into an underground nightclub..."

"Material dispersion has been completed."

"Ready to enter class I world: blade warrior I."

The cold mechanical synthesis stopped suddenly.

Cole opened his eyes and the streets of Los Angeles were full of people and traffic.

A muscle car drove at full power in front of him.

According to the beginning of the film, at this time, his target should be flirting with an unlucky little gangster in the car.

Vampires are used to catching prey.

Within ten minutes, the car stopped outside a relatively quiet cold storage.

Cole sat in the car and stared at the bastard hugging vampires and walking to the human slaughterhouse.

"Main task: help the blade kill deacon frost, the false blood god, and complete the reward: improved day Walker blood."

"The secret mission has been generated: Blood flame is rising."

"The first evolution: 0%. After purification, the destructive power of blood flame increases slightly and the blood consumption decreases slightly."

"The regional task has been triggered."

"Life or death: your whereabouts have been exposed. Hiding in the shadow, malice is watching you. Looking for the blade is your chance to survive. Survival reward: fighting instinct."

Yu Guang glanced in the rearview mirror. A group of ten Street gangsters dressed up leaned towards him from a distance with malice.

Cole lit a cigarette in no hurry.

Blade warrior I is a world full of vampires.

Good guy, I'm direct, good guy.

Is it so exciting to enter the film world in only ten minutes?

At that time, he wore only a dagger, a Colt Pistol with seven bullets, and a garlic juice that could be sprayed out with perfume bottles.

All other equipment carried by the system was forcibly placed in his secret operation base.

He opened the door with a cigarette in his mouth, and his black coat swayed gently in the night wind.

He lowered his head, frowned, took a deep cigarette, looked up at the street gangster blocked in front of him, and Cole said indifferently, "what are you doing?"

The bastard shook the dagger in his hand, kept gesturing in front of cole, looked at his accomplice and threatened, "if you don't want to get hurt, take out all the valuable things on you."

At the demon hunter Academy.

Fighting and actual combat are compulsory courses for all students. Although the strength of the official old guabi is far from that of the blade, it is enough to deal with these street gangsters.

Besides, fighting has always been Cole's specialty.

The bastard with a knife looked at Cole for a moment, swallowed saliva and blinked, indicating that he seemed to be beginning to panic.

Just as everyone who has met Cole has an inherent impression of him.

This guy is definitely not a good man in the ordinary sense.

Black handed gangster.

Bounty hunter.

Mob gentleman.

Put the smoke fart into the bastard's mouth. Cole patted him on the face, showed the pistol pinned on his waist, and said coldly, "if I were you, I wouldn't ask for trouble."

Seeing the pistol, the aggressive Street gangsters immediately screamed and fled in all directions.

Obviously, they are not a member of the vampire force, but the most common street gangsters.

Cole threw the smoke on the ground and stamped it out with his feet. The white smoke in his mouth had not dispersed. He looked up and his eyes fell on the local ruffian standing outside the cold storage in the distance.

Those people were all watching him maliciously.

After careful analysis of the description of the branch mission, it is only mentioned that his whereabouts have been exposed, and the name of the branch mission is also called "life or death".

In other words, if he drives away now, vampires will never let him go easily.

Maybe it's not because of his identity as a night walker, but because these guys regard him as prey.

"Finding the blade is your greatest chance of survival," that is, the task is to induce him to enter the cold storage in the distance.

After that, the blade will massacre the vampires and blood slaves inside. Once the situation becomes chaotic, the end of a human being involved can only be described as bloody terror.

With his hands in his coat pocket, Cole walked to the freezer.

How could such a feast of blood and death be without him.

What's more, there are rewards for branch missions waving to him.

When they came to the entrance of the cold storage, two bastards stopped in front of him in a bad tone, "fools wearing coats in summer are not welcome here."

Cole said expressionless, "my friend was brought in by a woman. I'm looking for him."

While talking, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and his eyes fell on the stamina of a person not far away.

The tattoo with a special pattern should be a blood slave kept in captivity with pure blood.

Many bastards looked at each other and saw the bloodthirsty excitement and malice from each other's eyes. One of them, a Mexican wearing a Bulls No. 23 shirt and a big gold chain around his neck, twisted his chin and motioned him to take Cole in.

After all.

For inferior blood slaves, uninvited prey has no reason to shut him out.

Through the freezer hung with rows of frozen dead pigs, the Mexican took him to a secret entrance, shouted to the bodyguard there, and Cole was put in.

A flickering glare.

Men and women who twist their bodies madly on the dance floor.

With post punk style and classic acidtrack psychedelic electric sound, the whole underground nightclub is like the world after drug addicts take drugs.

Crazy, unreal, impetuous desire roars in the abyss.

Every time Cole took a step forward, there were more than a dozen "friendly" eyes staring at him.

without doubt.

In the midsummer, he still likes to cover himself up in black.

In the middle of the dance floor is the most beautiful boy.

Almost every vampire and blood slave is aware of cole, who seems to come from the last century and is completely incompatible with nightclubs and all blood sucking styles.

In the 1990s, the skinny beauty under the aesthetic, swings her body with the rhythm, leans on his body from time to time, and greedily sniffs the breath of living people with her nose.

The unlucky guy who had been brought in before stood in the middle of the dance floor with a confused face and was pushed around by vampires and blood slaves, as if he didn't know the seriousness of the matter at the moment.

Cole squeezed across the dance floor and found a shelter above his head.

With a cigarette in his mouth, a pair of greedy and bloodthirsty eyes flitted over him.

When the music brought the atmosphere to the climax, the sprinkler arranged above began to spray bright red, which is the blood of living people.

Vampires and blood slaves bathed in scarlet, screamed excitedly and twisted their bodies.

And the unlucky Street bastard is their prey and all the fun tonight.

Push, lick, intimidate, enjoy his cry of fear.

The bastard fell into the blood water all over the ground and struggled and climbed out in fear to escape from this hell on earth.

Finally.

The sprinkling blood and music stopped gradually, and the restless blood sucking species quieted down one after another.

Only the poor street gangsters are still shouting and climbing out desperately.

Until a pair of dark tactical boots appeared in his sight without warning.